:- THE SCHOOL The gory sights that beheld the school was way more than what words could communicate. The atmosphere was tense, grief was registered in the faces of those present, the school was shut down except from the cops and press whose vehicles littered around, and some of the school staffs. The students had been dismissed indefinitely till further notice, and that was certainly going to affect their academic calender. But who cares about academics or school work when the evil that had for a long time reigned over the peace and quiet of the town of ESE-OBA had been brought to an definite end. ............................................ The killings had been acutely unpredictable, leaving the investigative team struck in awe. Fear is now the order of the day, nobody knows what the killer is, when and where it will strike, or even if it is human. His psychopathic death methods leaves dread lingering in the heart of witnesses. Eyes gorged out from their sockets, tongues ripped from their enclave, and sometimes the victims heart missing. Police patrol teams have now made the little town their hub, but whenever the killer strikes, the time and place boycotts their anticipation. The recent happenings in the community was a thing of worry to the local council, but the most they could do was impose a curfew and earnestly pray that something happens. A solution has to be administered, and until that is done nobody is assumed safe. .............................................. Vincent Elefu had always had a penchant for blood and ritual obsessions, he was a man who found delight in seeing people suffer and scream for help. As a graduate from one of the prestigious universities in the state, he had from the onset got it all wrong. Joining a secret fraternity upon gaining admission, he had climbed high in their ladder of activities until his insatiable lust for blood was discovered and he was made the cults butcher-man. Enemy cult members and sometimes unfortunate erring students were brought to him for execution, and he never failed to make the process worth it, slowly but painfully hed rip life out of the person involved. A day or two without the sight of human blood makes him hysterical, and one would never cease to wonder what kind of job his blood-hound of a person would settle for. Rumour had it that he killed two from his five siblings and drank their blood, and for that dastardly act he was banished and disowned. He left his village and after weeks of long treks, he came and settled at Ese-Oba. Looking already like a mad man, he took to begging and after a long count of time was able to beg his way to sanity. How he managed to enrol into school and why he decided he still had to gain formal education nobody knows. But I think his pragmatic and tact approach to each of his killings brings us back to why he did. ........................................ The killings continued, each new day brought soul-wrenching sights and blood curdling cynosures. After each kill, the killer lets out a scream of triumph and thats the only proof that he made tent there. A new dawn, a resurrected fear, heart impaling stories and a missing child. This has become the gloomy schedule of a once peaceful community. But like we should or already know, evil lasts not forever. At 6:45am Dora was already at the school gate, being a student who comes from a pretty far distance, she leaves home quite early and very undoubtedly gets to the school premises before anyone else. The gateman already had become a friend of hers, because she never greets him in the morning with empty hands. On this day she got to school as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with the man, went up straight to her class to catch some sleep before the arrival of the other students. Seated she was, as sleep slowly caressed her,but at some point she sat upright startled. Though her eyes were slightly closed, she was sure she saw someone pass the doorway. Innocently she made for the door and when she got to the passage that led to the other classes there wasnt a soul in sight. she made back for her seat and sat down, but she had barely sat when she felt a presence, she was sure someone else was somewhere around. She brushed it off though, since the gateman didnt mention it to her that there was someone else in the school. A door creaked at one of the nearby classes which pricked her fright nerves, she got up, this time visibly shaken and terrified. She started up for the passage again to confirm who it was that now shared her routine. On getting to the passage the light bulbs started flickering and at one point went off. This time the gate of fear was let loose and she started back whence she came but didnt it make it too far before a hand grabbed her from behind and another pressed a towel to her nose, and the morning she thought she knew turned to utter darkness. Awhile later, she woke up only to discover she was at the school backyard, her hands were tied and her back was against a table. The atmosphere was still fairly dark but she could make out a man at the corner rummaging through his bag for God knows what. she had heard about the happenings, and she silently prayed that this man doesnt turn out to be the much feared killer. However she trailed off her prayers when a clicking sound reached her ears, she turned to see a heavily bearded man with a dagger in his hand, a man whose face registered no emotions, staring indifferently at her, and instinctively she let out a scream of agony and hopelessness, because the thought of death at that moment tugged at her. The killer was ambidextrous and skillful, and in a matter of minutes he was done, and Dora lay quietly at the corner with her eyes forever closed in bliss. But this time, enough blood had permeated earth, and the gods were drunk with satisfaction. ................................... The gateman was very sure he heard a scream, he shrugged it off at first but there was something about this particular cry that set him running toward the supposed area whence the scream rang from. He made it in time to see a man, though his back was turned at him hurriedly packing things into a bag, and in his haste dropped something that looked like a knife. He was lost in a plethora of thoughts, until his gaze drifted a bit and he saw the lifeless body of someone in a uniform. Stretching further still to get a sure peek, he was dismayed to find out it was Dora, the little girl who treats him like a father. Then the pictures came together and he realised what had happened, the blood-thirsty killer had struck again. In a matter of seconds, his dismay gave way to fury and with one firm leap lashed forward toward the killer... The killer realising he had company made to turn, but it was too late for him, cuz he was met with a blow that landed on his gut, he staggered backwards and fell, and quite unfortunately fell on the same dagger with which he had slain countless souls, and as though the weapon was thirsty for the blood of the one who wielded it, impaled him. ......................................... The school was brimming with people, the news of the killers death spread like wild fire and in a matter of minutes the school became a tourist attraction, people from all over the town came trooping in. The atmosphere though was a mixture of relief and grief, because a girls life was taken in the process. The cops came in and everybody was dismissed, the school also was shut and the students told to return to their homes till they are asked to resume. :- Doras life was forcefully taken, and Im so sure that in her next life, she wouldnt so much as go near a place called THE SCHOOL ......- The End.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 20:05:35 +0000
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